It would take half an hour for an ordinary formation mage to lay out a formation, but that person had already carved thousands of them in just ten minutes, densely packed, and each one could suppress the Soul Realm cultivator! Not to mention tens of thousands!

Don't think that a cultivator of the Soul Realm can be killed, why do you need to carve tens of thousands of saints to deal with saints, it seems a little unnecessary.

In fact, only when we reach the realm of sainthood can we truly understand what it means to be holy!

The power of the saint is far beyond the power of the Soul Realm cultivators, even if tens of thousands of formations are engraved, Marcel, who was once the judge of the GBL Sect, is still not at ease, feeling that this is not enough to defeat Augustus.

At their level, it is basically difficult to distinguish you and me one-on-one, unless you are reckless and use all means.

After all, even if a saint does not cultivate the healing magic technique, he can rely on his own strength to recover his injuries in an instant, and all that is consumed is the origin.

"Yes, it's over!" In the face of tens of thousands of formations, Augustus was not afraid at all.

He raised his hand and offered his long sword, and with the other hand he grabbed the sea of thunder.

It's really a war hammer, mixed with the law of thunder and lightning.

Not far away, Shi Hui's eyes flickered, he wanted to get it earlier, but he didn't expect it to be in the Lei Hai.

Augustus held a war hammer and rained down heaven and earth thunder and lightning out of thin air, this is the power of the Heavenly Dao, not the evolution of spells, but the real law!

"I really underestimated you, it seems that you didn't die back then, but got some kind of creation, but unfortunately the years are not forgiving, you still died after all." Augustus' eyes twinkled, and he was surprised.

At that time, Marcel had not even stepped into the Saint King, but the last leader of the Bloody Purification, who had just entered the Saint Realm.

In that destruction, it is obvious that he did not die directly, but lived for a period of time, and received a lot of creation, so that he can still leave an obsession that will never be gone.

"Hehe," Marcel sneered.

He shook lightly with one foot, and countless formations bombarded him. And Augustus relied on the two holy weapons, fearless of all, and forcibly smashed all formations.

The ancient cave was shaking, even if there were many taboos set here to consolidate the mountain range, but under the battle of the two masters, it could not last long.

"Wow"

The formation was disappearing, which meant that the power was exploding, completely causing the place to collapse, like a volcanic eruption, and gold and gravel were splashed.

The originally dim ancient cave was illuminated by the sun, and everything was completely exposed to the outside world.

"Boom..."

The Augustians seemed desperate and no longer suppressed themselves.

Mountains were destroyed, rivers flowed backwards, and mountain villas were flooded.

"Phew"

Augustus struck, holding a long knife and rushing towards him in a beam of light.

He used a long knife as the main attack, supplemented by a war hammer, and rained down thunder.

The entire void trembled, cracking.

This is a power that almost destroys everything, and many monks have been rushed by the power and turned into minced meat.

Marcel stepped on thousands of great formations, sacrificed the forbidden book, and chanted incantations.

This is top-notch sorcery from the dark world, and while similar to magic, there is a microcosm of primeval technology.

"Annihilation!" Marcel whispered.

Then, one after another, dark power continued to pour out of the void, forming a terrifying black hole, constantly rotating, and could incorporate all matter.

Gravel, jungles, flesh and blood are constantly absorbed by the black hole, into the black hole that never sees the light of day.

"Ahh

"It's over..."

Mi Fei cried and realized that things were far from what he had imagined.

The ancient cave was destroyed, and the battle between the two continued, and this kind of energy fluctuation would inevitably cause the induction of other powerhouses.

As he said, many strong people gathered in the outside world had already sensed the abnormality, and rushed here as soon as possible to discover such a situation.

"Oh my God! What field is that? Why can't I resist worshipping? ”

A casual cultivator who had just entered the Holy Realm was dumbfounded, and he felt a coercion far beyond the Holy Realm.

"Is that the king of the dwarves? How is it possible to come back to life? ”

Someone got to know Augustus, and suddenly it felt that everything was unreal.

How can a character who has been dead for 10,000 years reappear in the world?

"It's terrible, but fortunately, the battle is far away from the city, otherwise it will be ruined and everything will turn to dust."

They were all shocked, they couldn't believe what they were seeing, it felt too unreal.

Is the world really going to change? How can characters who have been dead for 10,000 years be resurrected?

"I am a king, no matter how many means you have, you will not be able to destroy the heavens and the earth!" In the face of this black hole that can devour all things, Augustus is not afraid, and he slashes it with a knife, and wants to break it with all his might.

"Boom"

The thunder exploded, and the two energies continued to impact, spreading like a tide to the four heavens and the earth.

And Xu Wei and the others have long been hiding thousands of miles away, and the aftermath is really terrifying, and the two of them spared no effort to separate you and me, and only saints are qualified to watch the battle at close range.

The battle between the two powerhouses has made the ground all over the world, and even the ruins of the underground have been revealed.

"Lord Marr is here!"

Someone hurried to greet him.

Mar is the existence of the lord of Hutton Mar, who is in charge of this realm, and everyone respects him very much, and regards him as the helm.

According to legend, Lord Mar is the descendant of "Mar", the first city lord of Hutton Marr, otherwise how could he be named Marr to show the world. In this way, he may have inherited the supreme top-level magic, and the years of life are also very long, and he was already a saint before the Destruction Era, and his strength is even more unfathomable, and it is very likely that he has broken through the shackles of the Saint King.

"The two Dao friends are both the existence of the neighboring king, why don't you go to the ancient battlefield and fight it," Lord Mar stepped out of the void and was suspended in midair.

When he said this, Augustus and the two only glanced at him, did not respond, and continued the battle.

In their eyes, Mar is just a rising star, a junior who is qualified to point fingers here.

Mar sighed slightly, looking a little helpless.

Although this place is far from the city, there are still many villages, and as the lord of the city, it is impossible for him to let it go on like this.

He made a big move, and the mysterious magic meaning came at his fingertips.

A void gate, born out of thin air, with the other side of the door leading to the barren ancient battlefield.

"Two, please go to the ancient battlefield to fight!" Marr reiterates.

The ancient battlefield is a barren land left after the Destruction Era, with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles covered in dust, and the energy of the year remains, so that the plants and trees cannot be reborn, and no one has stepped on it for thousands of years.

The two of them should not, but fight more fiercely, in response to Mar's words.

Mar's old face was a little unbearable, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

But he was not afraid, and with a snap of his fingers, one magic after another, to forcibly transform them.

"Little one, when I was studying magic, your ancestors were probably not born yet, and they still dared to fiddle in front of me?"